For any who wonder, "scribbled ink portrait" comes from a poem I wrote in college, which follows:

Portrait

You nodded politely,
half-distracted,
and brought your eyes back to my face
in time to smile weakly.

I'm glad you heard my noise.

I suppose I had hoped
my words
would help you reach me here.
I hate His silence
yet, again,
and forever,
your answer brings no satisfaction.

Just go.

Scribble, crumple-
this paper holds no peace for me.
Scribble, crumple-
breathe.
The words have come
with only my face to react.

Reread and rest.

Tonight,
don't call me a poet.
A poet writes poems.
But I,
crumpled,
grasp a scribbled ink portrait
of myself.