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



Fool Me Once Shame On Me…

Posted by on Sep 20, 2018 in Weakness Lies Strength | 0 comments

Fool Me Once Shame On Me…

Because now that I have found purpose in this life,
More than just my blood on a knife.
Now I can finally say,
That these scars will fade and fade away.
Fool me once shame me once shame on me,
But fool me twice and now I know it was never meant to be.

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Scars = Courage

Posted by on Sep 12, 2018 in Weakness Lies Strength | 0 comments

Scars = Courage

PTSD, anxiety, depression, emptiness, loneliness…
These are just a few things that have to be kept away.

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Second Chances

Posted by on Aug 9, 2018 in Weakness Lies Strength | 0 comments

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.

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Broken First Love

Posted by on Jul 10, 2018 in Weakness Lies Strength | 0 comments

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. 

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I’m A Fucking Legend

Posted by on Jul 4, 2018 in Weakness Lies Strength | 0 comments

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.

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A Eulogy for Cole

Posted by on Jul 4, 2018 in Weakness Lies Strength | 0 comments

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.

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Coming Out

Posted by on Jun 19, 2018 in Weakness Lies Strength | 0 comments

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. 

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