Clancy R Tresemer

AUTHORS NOTE: written 1/14/23 about relationships in my life and the people I love that weren't right.  Eagle Eyes Your eagle eyes caught my attention, The sharpness in your stare,  I didn’t realize your talons digging in Your beauty blinded me, When the light bounced off your feathers, I didn’t realize how big you really were My train of thought was so clear, Then I  come around you and it derails, You twist the dagger behind my back, And I match my beliefs to yours Your call, So sweet, So enticing, I get closer and closer, Close enough to grab, Close enough to snatch, And fly away, Your call is evil, The warning signs are covered, By your wingspan, The warning sirens are hidden, By your screech, I can’t turn away, Your talons are too deep Your kind is rare,  I know to keep my distance, Until I see you in the flesh, Then I am blank, In awe of you, I can’t run, I can’t look away, I’m trapped but I don’t know it, Not until I’m set free, I can’t look away, From your ea...

 AUTHORS NOTE;          Written in 2022. This is about a boy that seemed to only live in my head. Of course, he is real but it seems that it won't develop into the relationship that lives in my mind. I wanted it to be real so badly. I try to move on and stop thinking about it so that I can just be myself, but then my brain has to make these crazy dreams that reel me right back into a fictional reality. It's just so cruel.  Twisted Mind I saw you in my dreams last night At first, I didn’t realize that it was a dream It was all normal I should have known when it felt too perfect I was working at an event for a band You were there I saw you but threw myself into working I was anxious about looking at you Talking to you In and out  This way and that way I ran around doing who knows what I get done and sit in front of you I started sweating After that, you were in the back with me  We talked and I was myself Not nervous or anxious about how I migh...

 AUTHORS NOTES:          Written in 2022. This describes my anxiety about the crush/romantic relationships I have or had. I always have the issue of thinking about how it could develop and even die before even talking to the person. Phantom pain She walks in with her hair in a bun It’s messy, but that resembles her life At least for today. The cafe is warm and inviting for that purpose, To inspire the sweatpants and basic shirt, That also inspires the drink. She sits and sips,  Looks and listens, Studies and critisizes, Learns. She sees a boy, Handsome and innocent, Who smiles at her as he goes, And breath becomes scarce. Her fascination takes hold, Fixates, To find a psychic answer. She looks into the fictional future, To find the words that will last, And that will make him do the same. He spots her, Asks her her name, What she is drinking, And finds common ground. They exchange numbers, Go on dates,  Have the first kiss, Start getting intimate,...

 AUTHORS NOTES:          written in 2021. I wrote this at a time when I found myself without any friends because I was friends with flakes. They didn't stick around so it really hit me that I hated being alone. The hardest feeling for me is to feel alone But why is that the hardest feeling when I had experienced it for so long? I should be used to the feeling and have mastered it, But instead i feel the opposite,  It is harder than ever each time. It's not like I am without people who love me. I have my family and my dogs who I adore But my friend group is lacking in that area. Which that area should not be hurting the most in the way of being alone. Since I found my personal freedom and now know my boundaries, My friend group has its own bipolar disorder. Sometimes on its highs, i have a bunch of great friends around me, Then on its lows, my friends become slim to none.  It's almost blinding at times how fast it happens or is happening. I start q...

 AUTHORS NOTE;          Written in 2022. This is an inquiry about my view of my writing career.  Clancy Tresemer I believe that my love of writing started with my love of reading. Once I realized how transforming reading various fiction children’s books was, I was fascinated. The way you could just jump into someone else’s world and live through them, dug its way to my heart and stuck. I was addicted at an early age. Of course, as best as any young child can do, I started “stories” that were silly and not serious. It wasn’t until later that I focused on it. Naturally, through my education path, I was taught and guided through the process of academic writing. I found that it came natural to me to organize thoughts, opinions, and facts. At one point, I even helped my brother, who has special needs, revise his college essays. I always excelled in that area. As I continued revealing my liking for writing and reading, I started wanting to try and experi...

 AUTHORS NOTES:           Written in 2022. This was a unit assessment story which was really fun to write but I never finished the story to its proper length.  Don’t Blink By Clancy Tresemer A classical string quartet starts playing calming background music as the Charity of the Welfares commenced on a warm spring night. The air was light and breezy as the sun set behind the city. The charity gala was held in a large ballroom, filled with nice chairs and tables, covered in a fine fabric. The room was lit with six spacious chandeliers that twinkled in their own light. The stage was in plain view at the far end of the room, decorated with tables that held many delicate items that were up for bidding.  Groups of people started collecting at the front entrance in beautiful formal clothes. The ladies had on nice, long dresses, and the men were cleaned up in black-tie suits.  The ballroom filled up quickly and started making chatter while wa...

 AUTHOR NOTES:           Written in 2022. For an assignment, I had to create a scenario for the reader to jump into. It is supposed to be descriptive enough to portray the entire scene. I was going to write an entire story on it but I haven't yet. Susan stormed through the hall and turned the corner to the living room.  “You can’t possibly think that I would be willing to listen to your excuses after everything that’s happened, Johnathan!”  Susan spoke loud enough for him to hear it, but with a chill that usually comes with shouting.  “Please, Susan, you need to hear me out,” Jonathan replied as he joined Susan in the living room where she was pretending to straighten up the couch cushions, “I had no idea that Nick was planning it. He never told me anything!” Jonathan’s pitch started to rise as he pleaded to her. Susan didn’t stop to face him. “It doesn’t matter whether you did anything physically or not, it’s the fact that you were frie...

 AUTHORS NOTES:           Written in 2022. This is written to show how I like to watch and observe people and conversation. I have always been more inclined to examine other people to challenge my morals in a "what would I do" scenario. This is somewhat of an example of this.  Wings of Wisdom By: Clancy Tresemer    A butterfly flaps its golden wings briskly in the wind, landing on a lavender flower so delicately. It rolls out its tongue and drinks the sweet dew that rests on the flower. Suddenly, the butterfly takes off, flapping its beautiful wings, as a girl walks by. Many know the girl as Soph, short for Sophia, a 20-year-old brunette with crystal clear eyes. She walked down the sidewalk in the warm spring air. She was a shorter girl, but not so short that she was bullied for it in the younger years. She was thin and had a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. She looked at all the people walking by and smiled as she kept on he...

 AUTHORS NOTES:          Written in 2022. This story is the closest thing to describing how anxiety feels and looks in my mind. It is a little over dramatic but I feel like it needs to be in order to get the point across.  The Staircase By Clancy Tresemer Darkness engulfs around a girl standing in an emptiness. She remembers that her name is Jazzy. She has blonde hair and brown eyes that glimmer when she smiles. Jazzy is not smiling now but standing still with her eyes open. She doesn’t know where she is and can’t see a thing, but a feeling of comfort keeps her from fear. She walks through the darkness, hoping to find some light and is blinded from an iridescent glow that emerges from afar. Jazzy covers her eyes with her hands until the glow dims enough to where she can see again. The emptiness is now white light instead of the suffocating darkness, but it goes on for what seems like forever. Jazzy looks around calmly and spots a staircase with an eb...