Desert the Dilemma of Making Sense In Poetic Terms

Cease from dripping insane rain on me and drill a hole in my wall of losing-it-all...throw your explanation points on me questionably...desert the dilemma of our mind's third eye and make the truth brought out our living-a-lie that we, ourselves, can't deny...I'm an outlandish ostrich...an odd triumphant one... A meager manic (someone who lacks energy and is lazy)...so-called schizophrenic who sees auras and people's deepest dangerously dark or lovacious (gracious and love) light ascending...descending...desires and flawless flaws; I have a freezing fever due to the love flu.. in the backburner, fighting the urge to troll the net with nostalgic negativity...eyes do shine when you are mine; captivity-bound by your crude attitude and lack of aptitude and you're rude and a not-so-good blood, bud...out of the orange, I bump into the Barrier of my mind...a vacant mindset that gets me awfully upset and my mind's piling up with emotional and mental regret debt...I don't know what I know, restlessly resting, bathing in the moonlit sun, breathtaking heat and shivering cold got me on both feet now...your worthful miracles and curses once enthralled me from my birth to my death...I'm hypercalm in your DDP (Daffodil Drainage Process, a made-up condition or term that's abbreviated, which means negaitivity takes over someone's life and drains out the positivity, which is the symbol of a delightful daffodil)...in confusement, bewildered, buzzing bees corner me like I'm their honey comb...now, I'm a I-Survived, a goosebumps-attacked victim to cheating death several times in my life, each with a different perspective in mind, heart and soul...your efflorescent effulgence got me choked on my fixated freefalls (your lack of encouragement or advice that leans on positivity ended up making me force-feed on my failures)