Papa Rodger
@paparodger.bsky.social
I’m a monster to many and a savior to few.
Writing is my passion. Some of my works below if you should find interest.
https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheRoguePrince/
Writing is my passion. Some of my works below if you should find interest.
https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheRoguePrince/
Today will be a challenge, but I look forward to it. I’m use to these obstacles, if only my body and mind would align properly.
My mind is a ambitious, ever striving to express itself in a variety of strong, creative ways.
But my body just demands rest.
“Enough,” it says. “This life is not for me.”
My mind is a ambitious, ever striving to express itself in a variety of strong, creative ways.
But my body just demands rest.
“Enough,” it says. “This life is not for me.”
September 13, 2025 at 2:14 PM
Today will be a challenge, but I look forward to it. I’m use to these obstacles, if only my body and mind would align properly.
My mind is a ambitious, ever striving to express itself in a variety of strong, creative ways.
But my body just demands rest.
“Enough,” it says. “This life is not for me.”
My mind is a ambitious, ever striving to express itself in a variety of strong, creative ways.
But my body just demands rest.
“Enough,” it says. “This life is not for me.”
Most people are miserable because they can’t learn to let things go or they become overly sensitive to things they misinterpret.
What once was an escape for me is now just another vile trash heap. Such a shame.
What once was an escape for me is now just another vile trash heap. Such a shame.
September 12, 2025 at 10:08 PM
Most people are miserable because they can’t learn to let things go or they become overly sensitive to things they misinterpret.
What once was an escape for me is now just another vile trash heap. Such a shame.
What once was an escape for me is now just another vile trash heap. Such a shame.
The same challenge. An unfamiliar face. A predator on my turf. Time to camouflage any threats to keep the control of a situation that has the capacity to become pure hostility and defeat in only a matter of seconds.
Suffice to say, I’m nervous and must properly prepare.
Suffice to say, I’m nervous and must properly prepare.
September 5, 2025 at 12:29 PM
The same challenge. An unfamiliar face. A predator on my turf. Time to camouflage any threats to keep the control of a situation that has the capacity to become pure hostility and defeat in only a matter of seconds.
Suffice to say, I’m nervous and must properly prepare.
Suffice to say, I’m nervous and must properly prepare.
The smoke has cleared. I somehow hadn’t succumbed to the heat around me. Yet still I’m tired. I’m smiling but laying here in the cool soil. It smells of ash and blood. When the sky comes into view beyond those clouds, I confess that I miss the rain because the sun allowed this with false promises.
September 1, 2025 at 1:49 AM
The smoke has cleared. I somehow hadn’t succumbed to the heat around me. Yet still I’m tired. I’m smiling but laying here in the cool soil. It smells of ash and blood. When the sky comes into view beyond those clouds, I confess that I miss the rain because the sun allowed this with false promises.
The forest is on fire and I’m in the center.
Flames lick my skin and singe my flesh. My insides are coated in smoke. I’m trying to cry out only to realize it’s futile against the blazing trees falling to the ground.
I’m neither panicking nor frightened as one should be.
I’m just numb.
Flames lick my skin and singe my flesh. My insides are coated in smoke. I’m trying to cry out only to realize it’s futile against the blazing trees falling to the ground.
I’m neither panicking nor frightened as one should be.
I’m just numb.
August 25, 2025 at 4:17 AM
The forest is on fire and I’m in the center.
Flames lick my skin and singe my flesh. My insides are coated in smoke. I’m trying to cry out only to realize it’s futile against the blazing trees falling to the ground.
I’m neither panicking nor frightened as one should be.
I’m just numb.
Flames lick my skin and singe my flesh. My insides are coated in smoke. I’m trying to cry out only to realize it’s futile against the blazing trees falling to the ground.
I’m neither panicking nor frightened as one should be.
I’m just numb.
Confidence comes from not caring with poise. You can throw your chances to the wind without expectations and with curiosity instead.
From experience, I’ve learned it hurts less that way.
Don’t regret it because you’ll have always wondered if you hadn’t.
From experience, I’ve learned it hurts less that way.
Don’t regret it because you’ll have always wondered if you hadn’t.
August 21, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Confidence comes from not caring with poise. You can throw your chances to the wind without expectations and with curiosity instead.
From experience, I’ve learned it hurts less that way.
Don’t regret it because you’ll have always wondered if you hadn’t.
From experience, I’ve learned it hurts less that way.
Don’t regret it because you’ll have always wondered if you hadn’t.
I remained in the storm and realized, it’s not about whether it exists or not, but if I enjoy it.
At first, I found nuance in the endless possibilities and yet still I laid there while it puddled between my legs and soaked my hair.
The intimacy of droplets lingering on my face. I actually like it.
At first, I found nuance in the endless possibilities and yet still I laid there while it puddled between my legs and soaked my hair.
The intimacy of droplets lingering on my face. I actually like it.
August 20, 2025 at 8:19 AM
I remained in the storm and realized, it’s not about whether it exists or not, but if I enjoy it.
At first, I found nuance in the endless possibilities and yet still I laid there while it puddled between my legs and soaked my hair.
The intimacy of droplets lingering on my face. I actually like it.
At first, I found nuance in the endless possibilities and yet still I laid there while it puddled between my legs and soaked my hair.
The intimacy of droplets lingering on my face. I actually like it.
A variety of ways to view the rain.
When it began to storm, I had a disdain for it, yet found myself growing more comfortable the longer it fell.
I attempted to embrace the sounds of thunder no matter how loud they echoed and yet now I find myself terrified.
It’s too cold and I’m soaked.
When it began to storm, I had a disdain for it, yet found myself growing more comfortable the longer it fell.
I attempted to embrace the sounds of thunder no matter how loud they echoed and yet now I find myself terrified.
It’s too cold and I’m soaked.
August 19, 2025 at 5:54 AM
A variety of ways to view the rain.
When it began to storm, I had a disdain for it, yet found myself growing more comfortable the longer it fell.
I attempted to embrace the sounds of thunder no matter how loud they echoed and yet now I find myself terrified.
It’s too cold and I’m soaked.
When it began to storm, I had a disdain for it, yet found myself growing more comfortable the longer it fell.
I attempted to embrace the sounds of thunder no matter how loud they echoed and yet now I find myself terrified.
It’s too cold and I’m soaked.
My body does not always agree with my mind. Though ambitious and dreaming is the imagination, the fear of insecurities scream into the void of the unknown. Chances appear slim, they can be just as bountiful.
No one can know for certain.
What I can say for sure is they have no common ground.
No one can know for certain.
What I can say for sure is they have no common ground.
August 10, 2025 at 11:35 PM
My body does not always agree with my mind. Though ambitious and dreaming is the imagination, the fear of insecurities scream into the void of the unknown. Chances appear slim, they can be just as bountiful.
No one can know for certain.
What I can say for sure is they have no common ground.
No one can know for certain.
What I can say for sure is they have no common ground.
Today tested my capabilities. I managed successfully. I was quite proud.
Tomorrow will be a test of patience and the following of endurance.
I've always consisted of these abilities, but it's the same test every week as though I'm living a custom made purgatory that tends to my personal hell.
Tomorrow will be a test of patience and the following of endurance.
I've always consisted of these abilities, but it's the same test every week as though I'm living a custom made purgatory that tends to my personal hell.
August 10, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Today tested my capabilities. I managed successfully. I was quite proud.
Tomorrow will be a test of patience and the following of endurance.
I've always consisted of these abilities, but it's the same test every week as though I'm living a custom made purgatory that tends to my personal hell.
Tomorrow will be a test of patience and the following of endurance.
I've always consisted of these abilities, but it's the same test every week as though I'm living a custom made purgatory that tends to my personal hell.
A slight reach though hardly an effort just to test the waters.
The temperature is mild today and last night’s storm created a variety of situations.
I got brave today so I ventured out and now I’m just waiting to see if I get more than a single neutral response from the wildernesses.
The temperature is mild today and last night’s storm created a variety of situations.
I got brave today so I ventured out and now I’m just waiting to see if I get more than a single neutral response from the wildernesses.
August 3, 2025 at 3:13 PM
A slight reach though hardly an effort just to test the waters.
The temperature is mild today and last night’s storm created a variety of situations.
I got brave today so I ventured out and now I’m just waiting to see if I get more than a single neutral response from the wildernesses.
The temperature is mild today and last night’s storm created a variety of situations.
I got brave today so I ventured out and now I’m just waiting to see if I get more than a single neutral response from the wildernesses.
Reaching out with my fingers numb, the heat struck me as if it always intended to dry up my waters. My breath hitched and my thirst near damn unbearable, I crawled until I found a bit of shade.
“People enjoy this willingly,” I think to myself. “Though I suppose I’m a bit of a masochist myself.”
“People enjoy this willingly,” I think to myself. “Though I suppose I’m a bit of a masochist myself.”
July 31, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Reaching out with my fingers numb, the heat struck me as if it always intended to dry up my waters. My breath hitched and my thirst near damn unbearable, I crawled until I found a bit of shade.
“People enjoy this willingly,” I think to myself. “Though I suppose I’m a bit of a masochist myself.”
“People enjoy this willingly,” I think to myself. “Though I suppose I’m a bit of a masochist myself.”
Summer heat scorching the bits of frost covered rocks at the base of the winter mountains. The warmth never reaches too far up and the cold never falls all the way down.
Every cavern on the harsh terrain where the snow refuses to cease is far more cozy to me than a lake on a sunny day.
I feel safer.
Every cavern on the harsh terrain where the snow refuses to cease is far more cozy to me than a lake on a sunny day.
I feel safer.
July 22, 2025 at 3:24 AM
Summer heat scorching the bits of frost covered rocks at the base of the winter mountains. The warmth never reaches too far up and the cold never falls all the way down.
Every cavern on the harsh terrain where the snow refuses to cease is far more cozy to me than a lake on a sunny day.
I feel safer.
Every cavern on the harsh terrain where the snow refuses to cease is far more cozy to me than a lake on a sunny day.
I feel safer.
The struggle to breathe while the smoke is exhaustion invades my consciousness makes me aware of just how tired I am.
I can never rest enough, physical slumber is hardly the proper solution. That’s not where the true need lies.
It delves beyond the walls built, in the depths of the Soul’s abyss.
I can never rest enough, physical slumber is hardly the proper solution. That’s not where the true need lies.
It delves beyond the walls built, in the depths of the Soul’s abyss.
July 7, 2025 at 4:35 PM
The struggle to breathe while the smoke is exhaustion invades my consciousness makes me aware of just how tired I am.
I can never rest enough, physical slumber is hardly the proper solution. That’s not where the true need lies.
It delves beyond the walls built, in the depths of the Soul’s abyss.
I can never rest enough, physical slumber is hardly the proper solution. That’s not where the true need lies.
It delves beyond the walls built, in the depths of the Soul’s abyss.
I like storms the way I like my inner circle, comforting yet terrifying from the unpredictability.
To fall asleep in a friend’s arms exhausted. A slight tickle of concern dancing along my lips yet never voiced because I like to wonder.
The incredible power to destroy me if they really wanted to.
To fall asleep in a friend’s arms exhausted. A slight tickle of concern dancing along my lips yet never voiced because I like to wonder.
The incredible power to destroy me if they really wanted to.
July 2, 2025 at 12:37 PM
I like storms the way I like my inner circle, comforting yet terrifying from the unpredictability.
To fall asleep in a friend’s arms exhausted. A slight tickle of concern dancing along my lips yet never voiced because I like to wonder.
The incredible power to destroy me if they really wanted to.
To fall asleep in a friend’s arms exhausted. A slight tickle of concern dancing along my lips yet never voiced because I like to wonder.
The incredible power to destroy me if they really wanted to.
Midwestern storms are far more louder and stronger than their cousins in the west or east. The roar of thunder making my bones shrill while they vibrate with the earthy tones. I almost want to walk out into it and let it swallow me whole. It’s terrifying but I’m in love with it.
June 29, 2025 at 6:05 AM
Midwestern storms are far more louder and stronger than their cousins in the west or east. The roar of thunder making my bones shrill while they vibrate with the earthy tones. I almost want to walk out into it and let it swallow me whole. It’s terrifying but I’m in love with it.
Bitten by a companion I’ve come to adore, it’s expected during times of uncertainty.
By reflex we want it to stop, but the sounds keep coming. Everything seems so scattered, the pieces covered in a substance of pure emotion. It drips onto my soul and burns my essence, becoming part of me.
Crying.
By reflex we want it to stop, but the sounds keep coming. Everything seems so scattered, the pieces covered in a substance of pure emotion. It drips onto my soul and burns my essence, becoming part of me.
Crying.
June 28, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Bitten by a companion I’ve come to adore, it’s expected during times of uncertainty.
By reflex we want it to stop, but the sounds keep coming. Everything seems so scattered, the pieces covered in a substance of pure emotion. It drips onto my soul and burns my essence, becoming part of me.
Crying.
By reflex we want it to stop, but the sounds keep coming. Everything seems so scattered, the pieces covered in a substance of pure emotion. It drips onto my soul and burns my essence, becoming part of me.
Crying.
Timelines. Possibilities. Paths. Opportunities. Wishes. Dreams. Hopes. Demands. Desires. Doubts. Troubles. Tears. Support. Strength. Standing. Walking. Running. Tripping. Hurting. Wondering. Standing. Walking. Running. Sprinting. Racing. Smiling. Laughing. Hoping. Crying. Breathing. Living.
Happy.
Happy.
May 31, 2025 at 5:19 PM
Timelines. Possibilities. Paths. Opportunities. Wishes. Dreams. Hopes. Demands. Desires. Doubts. Troubles. Tears. Support. Strength. Standing. Walking. Running. Tripping. Hurting. Wondering. Standing. Walking. Running. Sprinting. Racing. Smiling. Laughing. Hoping. Crying. Breathing. Living.
Happy.
Happy.
A small sense of motivation as the earth is kind this day. A more refreshing take on the crisp air and mellow season, each breath taken with full potential.
Will I proceed with productivity or allow my body to rest?
Perhaps both.
The scrawl of penmanship calls to me like an old friend.
Will I proceed with productivity or allow my body to rest?
Perhaps both.
The scrawl of penmanship calls to me like an old friend.
May 15, 2025 at 2:00 PM
A small sense of motivation as the earth is kind this day. A more refreshing take on the crisp air and mellow season, each breath taken with full potential.
Will I proceed with productivity or allow my body to rest?
Perhaps both.
The scrawl of penmanship calls to me like an old friend.
Will I proceed with productivity or allow my body to rest?
Perhaps both.
The scrawl of penmanship calls to me like an old friend.
No matter how much you dig through the tough soil, your nails cannot breach the depths you hope to reach. We just aren’t made for things like that as much as we hope to be.
Tools are the loophole we’ve created but we cannot change what we are.
I cannot change what I am.
I cannot be anyone else.
Tools are the loophole we’ve created but we cannot change what we are.
I cannot change what I am.
I cannot be anyone else.
April 28, 2025 at 11:11 PM
No matter how much you dig through the tough soil, your nails cannot breach the depths you hope to reach. We just aren’t made for things like that as much as we hope to be.
Tools are the loophole we’ve created but we cannot change what we are.
I cannot change what I am.
I cannot be anyone else.
Tools are the loophole we’ve created but we cannot change what we are.
I cannot change what I am.
I cannot be anyone else.
The pack of a distant group has lost one from migration. I was barely present the day of, exhaustion overtaking my psyche. Their presence will be felt as this one was the backbone regardless of not being the leader.
The beast however seems less threatened now.
Still, they growl in warning.
The beast however seems less threatened now.
Still, they growl in warning.
April 28, 2025 at 12:52 PM
The pack of a distant group has lost one from migration. I was barely present the day of, exhaustion overtaking my psyche. Their presence will be felt as this one was the backbone regardless of not being the leader.
The beast however seems less threatened now.
Still, they growl in warning.
The beast however seems less threatened now.
Still, they growl in warning.
I’ve pondered often whether it can get better than it already is and if it does, do I have to wait or do something?
I’ve dreamed as much as my inspiration will allow, motivated myself to create visions and colors beyond my own understanding.
What’s left now?
I suppose I’ll just wait and see…
I’ve dreamed as much as my inspiration will allow, motivated myself to create visions and colors beyond my own understanding.
What’s left now?
I suppose I’ll just wait and see…
April 26, 2025 at 9:37 PM
I’ve pondered often whether it can get better than it already is and if it does, do I have to wait or do something?
I’ve dreamed as much as my inspiration will allow, motivated myself to create visions and colors beyond my own understanding.
What’s left now?
I suppose I’ll just wait and see…
I’ve dreamed as much as my inspiration will allow, motivated myself to create visions and colors beyond my own understanding.
What’s left now?
I suppose I’ll just wait and see…
Strength returned with the call of spring, though fleeting as winter seemed, the gentle wash of things born anew will be but a blink of an eye.
The summer is droll and miserable. Paying a high price in order to survive the disasters nature brings upon us.
I once enjoyed summer.
Now I loathe it.
The summer is droll and miserable. Paying a high price in order to survive the disasters nature brings upon us.
I once enjoyed summer.
Now I loathe it.
April 18, 2025 at 12:03 PM
Strength returned with the call of spring, though fleeting as winter seemed, the gentle wash of things born anew will be but a blink of an eye.
The summer is droll and miserable. Paying a high price in order to survive the disasters nature brings upon us.
I once enjoyed summer.
Now I loathe it.
The summer is droll and miserable. Paying a high price in order to survive the disasters nature brings upon us.
I once enjoyed summer.
Now I loathe it.
The anticipation of bleeding every time I attempt and reach out to grasp one of the branches to lift me higher.
I’ve been bitten by the creatures that hide behind the leaves and sometimes I can handle the pain, but after so many bites I think I can’t anymore right now.
Tomorrow I’ll stop and rest.
I’ve been bitten by the creatures that hide behind the leaves and sometimes I can handle the pain, but after so many bites I think I can’t anymore right now.
Tomorrow I’ll stop and rest.
April 14, 2025 at 4:39 AM
The anticipation of bleeding every time I attempt and reach out to grasp one of the branches to lift me higher.
I’ve been bitten by the creatures that hide behind the leaves and sometimes I can handle the pain, but after so many bites I think I can’t anymore right now.
Tomorrow I’ll stop and rest.
I’ve been bitten by the creatures that hide behind the leaves and sometimes I can handle the pain, but after so many bites I think I can’t anymore right now.
Tomorrow I’ll stop and rest.
Always in need of a distraction, never satisfied with serenity. It stings a little when I reach into the constant flow of the cold river. I attempt to offer the colored stones to the creatures, but they find them valuable only when they are lacking everything else.
I hold them close to my heart.
I hold them close to my heart.
April 14, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Always in need of a distraction, never satisfied with serenity. It stings a little when I reach into the constant flow of the cold river. I attempt to offer the colored stones to the creatures, but they find them valuable only when they are lacking everything else.
I hold them close to my heart.
I hold them close to my heart.