I’m Cole,
I’m just your typical gay writer looking for what I have lost in the world.
I’m letting life kick my ass and making myself get back up so I can keep moving forward.
I let my life bleed out through my short stories and poetry.
~ Cole Buckley
Second Chances
Suffering this PTSD alone, I gave up on myself.
I feel the blood leave my veins and the life start to fade.
Vaguely hearing ambulance sirens, faintly seeing lights.
Broken First Love
She was the ringmaster.
And our love was an act.
Constantly pulling hearts strings I gave her.
I played her puppet, jokester, and was the main act.
I’m A Fucking Legend
You just have to remember…
You’ve been hurt and shut out,
You know pain.
All heartache in your life made you into the warrior you are today.
A Eulogy for Cole
This was an assignment that changed my life.
I viewed myself more confidently after this.
The eulogy reminded me that all broken hearts can be mended with a perfect and memorable departure.
Coming Out
As the cuts got deeper, the more depressed I got.
I lost myself,
I felt like a broken record,
Constantly spinning and slipping over all the good parts.
