Missing Parts Part 2: Strange Similies

I wish these bulbs that burn and blaze,

show me daffodils, and doubloons.

But I only trace the waning moon,

it wrecks me up and wanes me down.

 

When did my thoughts all trail away?

Why did the lights fade to darkness?

Oh, I cannot take more opaqueness.

Stars, guide me to those stellar signs!

 

Streetlights, flash me awesome words!

Please, save me from insanity!

But could some strange similes,

shatter down like sharp glass shards?

 

Towers glow on gravel roads.

Like blades, could they strike the skies?

What could these blades symbolise?

My greatest fails or finest traits?

 

Will I at last find those missing parts?

and move more hearts with whole new art?

Missing Parts Part 1: Mindless Metaphors

I meander on in this mundane plane.

The seatbelts screech without a tune,

and the foulest fumes fog up the room,

so, I wrench my head to this window.

I’d strive to dive in these inky depths,

swim in this sea of starlit streams,

but these windows snuff my lucid dreams,

and leave me breathless, begging for air.

My page stays white as wispy clouds.

My ink dried out and disappeared.

But could this nightly atmosphere,

promise me some mighty words?

No fine lines flow to my mind,

as cruise ships cross those black waters.

But could some mindless metaphors,

roar somewhere down that beaten track?

Could these red cars be bleeding hearts?

Where on earth are those missing parts?