Clancy R Tresemer

 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...

 AUTHORS NOTES:           Written in 2019. Did a quick write for school where we had to write the story that a picture told us. it was pretty fun. Pictures don't like to show up here for some reason, so just imagine two girls sitting on an old truck in the countryside by a lake and a rain storm is blowing in.  Chelsea grabbed her backpack and car keys and headed downstairs. Her parents were sitting at the breakfast table. Her dad had a newspaper in his hands and a coffee cup on the table. Her mom said a brief “good morning” before getting up and heading out the door. She grabbed a piece of bacon and toast, then tossed a bye over her shoulder at her dad. He just mumbled a grunt and turned the page. She walked out to her car and drove to school. She entered the front doors of the school and was bombarded with “hello”s and “did you know?”s, making her head spin. She met Scarlett at her locker and greeted her. Something didn't feel right. Chelsea's st...

 AUTHORS NOTE:          Written in 2019. A project where you had to write about a dinner you would have with a character (real or fake) and I choose Alice from Alice in Wonderland. I also had to quote the book. Dinner with an Exemplar I clicked the alarm off and pressed the input for music. I turn the volume up loud. I discard the old pajamas that I slept in and grab a towel from the rack on the wall by the bathroom. I reach for the handle inside the shower and pump it to hot. The toothbrush laying on my bathroom sink looked impatient so I brushed my teeth while the mirror fogged. Throwing the towel over the top of the glass shower door, I turn the heat down and step into the muggy warmth. I lip synced the song while shampoo was flying down the walls. I turned the water off and wrapped up in the towel. I rung out my hair and dried my legs. Floating around the room, I throw undergarments and shirts over my chest. For every shirt, I pause in front of t...

 AUTHORS NOTE:          Written in 2019. I had to write a poem for school that was about a current issue. This one is about the Australian fires that happened that school year and how an animal would feel in that situation. The Lucky Koala I crawl towards my breakfast and bask in the sun The leaves felt soft on my teeth as I bit into them Warmth baked into my grey fur I watched the clouds where I sit The wind ruffled the tree and my ears September was always peaceful I finished my food and heard an odd sound I turned around on the tree branch The sky was filled with blood and darkness Startled, I perked up from my snug posture Along the horizon, there were flicks of light The air around me grew thick My lungs were getting heavy Something was wrong on this day Something was different this time of year The heats were hotter  The land was dryer  I tried to ignore the ignorant destroyer While it took out humans and their homes I tried not to think abo...

 AUTHORS NOTE:          Written in 2019. This was a school assignment where we had to write the same poem in a long formant and a short format. They are both displayed here but it's about the same thing so feel free to read one or the other if you want LONG Sometimes we think time Stops when it doesn’t,  But time still moves Forward because of the world Still spins around with Us, like one minute The world is a beautiful Place made of wonder,  And the next it Is all crumbling down  Before your eyes, Something that was yours Now is taken from Your hands, without a Blink of an eye,  And the known becomes  The unknown, Since you  gave hope, Now there  is no hope, Only sadness  and loneliness Because your  thoughts were Impure but  that won’t Stop the  pain from Flooding down  your bloodstream, As your  brain begins To alter  itself dark, And all  that is left Is the  The illusion o...

 AUTHORS NOTE:          written in 2018 or 2019. This is one of my all-time favorite poems I have written. It was a school assignment but I keep it close to my heart.  A Strong Blow Clancy Tresemer All of a sudden,  I am snatched from the earth.  By the hand of a small child with bulging eyes.  It glances at me for a while,  Then, a strong blow spun us up high  and far away from our home. I was spinning and gliding, Just as fast as I was falling, Landing softly on the maze of green.  Wetness covers my parachute,  And plunged me into darkness.  I drink and stretch,  Until I feel the warmth of the sun, I am now part of the maze. An unrecognizable blade in the warm air. Soon, I am bigger than the rest. More noticeable, now even.  Hard and heavy bullets hit me hard,  As I feel the same wetness as before, Only now it is more aggravating. My beaten down body straightens, And is back to...

 AUTHORS NOTE:          Written in 2019. This is a tear-jerker just FYI, at least it is to me and those of you who knew Murray. Murray was the first dog I remember in my life. I had one before him but I don't remember her that well. Murray was the best dog. He was a Westie and died before his 9th birthday, I think, from aggressive throat cancer. It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I wrote this about him. Murray’s Memoir Clancy Tresemer          I pulled Murray into my lap, the bright yellow from my sweatshirt blinded my tired eyes. My father drove our old black Mercedes down a long winding road filled with trees and wildflowers. The sky was ecstatic blue and the colors around us were vibrant. It was time for a visit to the vet for Murray and Mazey. They had to get some shots and a check-up to see how they were doing. My father and I get out of the car and step onto the gravel parking lot. I grabbed the dog leashes f...

 AUTHORS NOTE:           written in 2019. this was an assignment where we had to copy a sample poem style but I'm not sure what it was... Animals large and little risk it all Animals large and little risk it all Ant marches along the branch  They travel on until they fall     Lion battles his last brawl To stay the king of the pride Animals large and little risk it all  Butterfly feels a drop so small Wondering if it was rain or sap They travel on until they fall Fish swims from the surrounding call  From the hungry dolphins close by Animals large and little risk it all Human does not stall When they make another lose their light They travel on until they fall In the end, they all stand tall Hoping that the ones who call,  Will erase the lies and stalls Animals large and little risk it all They travel on until they fall. 

 AUTHORS NOTE:          Written in 2018 or 2019, the saved date is wrong and I don't remember. This one was another assignment where we drew three topics from a hat and I think mine was along the lines of pancake, love, and break up? it was a long time ago... Here and Gone The rhythm of the vibration of the air ducts, Slowly humming a song of their own. He is there,  Sitting in a slumped state, Deep in his own thoughts. He looks down at his plate, The steamy, golden-brown pancake, is looking back. He fixes it up with butter and syrup, Then carefully cuts the first bite. He is hesitant at first,  Nervous he might mess it up,  Or excited for the new taste. He puts it in his mouth and savors it. The flavor instantly grabs him, Pulling him into its world. He enjoys the brightness it gives him,  Warm and happy feelings that come with it. He is almost done with half of it now, The warm and fuzzy feelings are fading,  The new, flavorful, t...

 AUTHORS NOTE:           Written in 2019. This one is pretty creepy so if you don't like that kind of stuff, I suggest you skip this one. I wrote this twist based on the Where's Waldo book. It was really fun to write.  The Wrong Waldo Clancy Tresemer He noticed right away that something was off. Calin searched all over the house but couldn’t find it. He didn’t remember anything. The whole house was empty and the yard was quiet. Calin was confused about what was wrong.  He grabbed his coat then his keys and drove away from the dead house. The neighborhoods were completely empty as he slowly drove along, looking left to right, searching. There was no clarity in anything he spotted.  A leaf rolled into the wind as it took flight. Calin drove until he reached the center of town. The wind blew hard and whispered to something as it squirmed through the buildings. There was still nothing around for miles that reminded him of the past. He got ...

 AUTHORS NOTE:         Written in 2019. I had been going through a tough time after splitting from a friend who was actually not a friend. I didn't realize it for a long time and I was hurt deeply when I found out what was really happening. I know that I am better off now. I wrote this in a strongly focused mood so it is not in traditional poem format and I can't bear to change it.  Oblivious In the beginning, it was the best. We were creative and hopeful. We would talk about our hopes and dreams. The ways that we would trust each other and promise to never lose it. Lightness and fun would fill my heart, making me never want to lose it. We would criticize who we wanted to be, by criticizing others. We would poke and stab at the actions we didn’t like. No one should do this or that, in the public’s eyes. Somethings we knew we would avoid. In the beginning, it was light and fluffy and harmless. There was no pain, pressure, or sadness. In the next, it was...

 AUTHORS NOTE:                Written in 2019. a fun assignment that had us come up with some crazy way that we died. Obituary: First Name: Clancy Last Name: Tresemer Visitation:   Date: June 2, 2017 Time: 8:30 pm  Address: 1109 N Porter Ave,  City, State, ZIP: Norman, ok, 73072  Service  Date: June, 2, 2017  Time: 10:30 pm  Address: 3939 W Tecumseh Rd  City, State, Zip:  Norman, ok, 73072   Description:  In Loving Memory, Clancy Tresemer, May, 2, 2002-2017 A beloved sister, daughter, and friend. She tragically died by getting caught in an underwater cave surrounded by jelly fish, while scuba diving. She was a gymnast, and a tennis player. She could always settle down with a book anywhere even the craziest of times. She always seemed calm to others, even when she was stressed out from something that day. She tried to make everyone feeling down, feel more happy even though...